Nightstalker

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High above Sornieth, Nightstalker lifted her hand, twirling her fingers as the decaying butterfly fluttered unstably. A smile ripped across her face as she watched the beautiful, fragile thing flutter it's wings before slowly falling to the ground.

"You poor thing," she whispered as she lifted it's tiny body into her hands. "You didn't deserve to die. But alas, we must all die," and then she blew the butterfly's remains into the air and watched as it floated to the land below.

The wind blew around her, but didn't chill her. She pulled her cowl closer and looked up to the sky. Her mind was drawn to another time, when her clan still lived on land. Of when she had first found her talent of meddling with the dead. She never meant any harm, but it was not always seen that way. She was a black sheep, after all.

As a child she enjoyed bringing fallen insects back to life, giving them one last chance to flutter in the wind. To feel the wind between their wings and know what freedom was. She had made sure though not to be caught, lest her mother or father find her. Nightstalker believed everyone should deserve a second chance.

She studied magic and the like, things most Snappers didn't. She found it fascinating and wonderful. It was life. She had the power to give life. She studied day and night, until finally she found a word. Necormancy. She learned it had been a word that was shunned, but it had felt right.

Thinking on the past no longer bothered Nightstalker. She missed it, in a way. To be so young and naive and not know half the things she knew now. The great universe and all that it held. She looked up to the sky and watched the clouds shifting, and closed her eyes as another memory came upon her.

"An army, Nightstalker. We could wield an army." the light in Raiden's eyes was not to be forgotten when he had learned Nightstalker's gift. "We could live forever," he whispered. "You and me. Be powerful and glorious!" His delusion had gotten the better of him and a wild cackle burst from his chest.

"No," Nightstalker said softly. "No, I will not."

"What?" he turned on her, wild and crazy eyed, confused at her response. "What do you mean, 'no'?"

"My gift is not to harm. Not to take a life," she said calmly. "It is to give those who have lost theirs a second chance. Not to manipulate them."

Raiden stared at her as if she had spoken a foreign language. But Nightstalker did not waver. She would not let him create an army nor would she follow him. "As long as you are here, I will remind you time and time again where you place is. And you will respect it, or so pay the price."

The memory faded and as she took a sigh, Nightstalker remember Solarwings. Her life had been suddenly taken. Heartbroken, Nightstalker had reacted without thinking. She had brought the Wildclaw back to life, but light never once shone in Solarwings eyes again. She spoke and walked and moved like Solarwings, but the creation was just an imitation. She never regretted it though. The happiness that it had brought back to her clanmates eyes. That happiness, she did not regret.

She looked over her shoulder to her clan, having stared for far too long down towards the ground. With a heave, she pushed herself up and walked back to her clan. There was so much she had to look forward to and nothing to look back on.

Bio by @excessnight
Pic by @Ar5enal